The school grass is teased every day [rebirth]

Chapter 6

"..."

Brief silence.

Panting, drowned in the noisy voice.

One of Xu Ling's two long legs was pressing on his lower abdomen, and the other was clamping his waist. On the soft cushion, his white clothes were lifted a little during the fight, and his white back and spine were clearly outlined.

Xie Zeyue was shocked by this man's refusal, so he grabbed his wrist reflexively. He raised his eyes to look at him, his chest heaved a few times, and said, "Let go first."

Xu Ling smiled, raised her eyebrows and said, "No."

The posture of the two is a bit weird.

One presses the other, the line of sight is entangled, a little bit of that.

A few seconds later, the crowd's eyes widened in amazement.

"Wuhu, there is a situation."

"Hahaha."

"No, he regretted it halfway! Isn't this funny?"

"Old Xie! Old Xie, get up and kill him!"

......

"Time'sup."

The coach walked over, patted the two of them on the back comfortingly, smiled, and jokingly said that this was just a demonstration, and the winner was not judged.

"Get off."

Xie Zeyue frowned and pushed him away, panting.

Xu Ling got up and sat beside him, with her long legs propped up, her white wrist resting on her knee, sweat dripping from her black hair, watching him smile, her white fingers beating the beat little by little.

The corners of her lips were raised slightly, and a slight light flashed in her clear eyes, looking very happy.

Xie Zeyue kept looking at him from the corner of his eye, sneered, and then smiled.

Are you that happy?

Xu Ling leaned forward slightly, the hand that was pressing on him moved up, hooked his chin, tilted her head, and smiled softly: "Hey, are you angry?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Xie Zeyue pushed his hand away, but when he touched it, he paused.

Xu Ling's hands, which were white and transparent from the wrists to the thin fingertips, turned out to be unusually warm.

Unconsciously, his fingertips passed by.

"..."

Seeing his movements, Xu Ling was slightly taken aback.

Xie Zeyue's fingers touched his hand, and he felt the clear touch of the boy's warm bones.

Never before, did another boy's hand bring him a strange feeling.

The two boys sat there and looked at each other, their hands still touching each other, they looked quite crooked, when a few people around saw them, they couldn't help joking with each other:

"Hey, there's something wrong with the two handsome guys in my class!"

"what's the situation?"

"Hand in hand and go together, tsk tsk."

Xie Zeyue's Adam's apple moved slightly, and quickly withdrew his hand.

It's not time to argue.

When he raised his eyes, his gaze suddenly stopped.

Xu Ling's eyes were as clean as water, and she was staring at him.

The forehead was drenched with sweat, in a strand like ink, the bangs were parted, the white forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the side face was stained with a trace of crimson blood.

From Xie Zeyue's perspective, I happened to see his lips, which were moist and light pink.

So shiny, what does it feel like to touch?

Very soft, right?

Thoughts stopped suddenly.

Xie Zeyue's chest rose and fell, she stood up, her Adam's apple slid up and down, and she looked away.

A drop of hot sweat fell down.

Xie Zeyue stood up, lifted the jacket she had put aside with one hand, and patted down her pants as if nothing had happened.

Yu Guang looked over unconsciously.

Xu Ling sat up unhurriedly, bent one long leg, and stretched out her hand to reach her water bottle.

After two sips, the bottle was empty.

He lowered his eyes, his black hair was full of sweat, he screwed on the bottle cap with two fingers, put the empty water bottle aside, and leaned lazily on the basketball hoop to rest.

Xie Zeyue turned around, stopped in front of the vending machine, and came back after a while, holding two bottles of water in his hand.

There is a faint wind and it is very cool.

He pulled up the hem of his black clothes to wipe his sweat, walked over, bent slightly, and put one of the bottles of water beside Xu Ling.

Shadows fell overhead.

The hem of the black clothes, passing by his downcast peripheral vision, is very familiar.

Xu Ling reflexively looked up.

Xie Zeyue lazily leaned against the basketball hoop, looked down at him, leaned down slightly, pointed his chin at the bottle of cold water, and said, "Aren't you very thirsty?"

"give me?"

A daze flashed in his eyes, and he had no time to hide it.

"..."

Xie Zeyue shook his head slightly, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Thank you."

Xu Ling smiled in her cold voice and raised her eyebrows: "My deskmate is so kind to me."

Xie Zeyue tugged at the neckline of the T-shirt with her fingers to dissipate heat, and looked at his face close at hand, with a smile on her lips.

After realizing it, he took it back.

Xu Ling curled her lower lip, stood up, unscrewed the bottle of water, and took a few mouthfuls of cold water. Under the loose white T-shirt, there were faint beads of sweat, and occasionally a little cloth stuck to her skin.

His profile is thin and emaciated.

Under the black bangs, beads of sweat fell down, and fell into the collar along the line of the neck.

As soon as Xu Ling raised her eyes, she saw Xie Zeyue's face close at hand, and her eyes that hadn't had time to look away.

"What do you see me doing?" Xu Ling turned her head and chuckled, "I've been watching it for a long time."

Xie Zeyue shook his head, his Adam's apple moved slightly, he stepped back a little uncomfortably, and frowned: "No, I'll see him."

After finishing speaking, he casually pulled Jiang Yan away.

Jiang Yan: "...?"

After a few seconds, he reacted.

Then he raised his voice and said:

"Oh, old Xie, there's no need, no need, really no need—what does it matter to me that you two are flirting?"

Xu Ling was stunned for a moment.

Several people around turned to look at them, and were also stunned.

Jiang Yan laughed.

"What the hell..." Xie Zeyue's ears were burning, and he patted his back shoulder, frowning: "Who did you flirt with?"

20 minutes of free time.

Xu Ling seemed to be tired, and the crimson color of the side face diffused, as if covered by a layer of mist.

He left again and went to the bathroom.

Xie Zeyue sat down on the stand, staring at his thin and straight back from a distance with deep eyes, black and deep.

Jiang Yan sat down next to him, called him a few times, looked at Xie Zeyue's gaze towards Xu Ling, and recalled the scene of the two fighting just now, an inconceivable flash flashed in his eyes, a thought sprang up without warning, a The question blurted out.

Jiang Yan: "Old Xie, why do you look at Xu Ling with that look."

"..."

Xie Zeyue didn't answer.

A few seconds passed.

He raised his eyes and said casually, "What kind of look?"

In his eyes, Xu Ling came back after washing her face in cold water, sitting with her long legs leaning against the wall, her slender swan neck lowered, feeling inexplicably vulnerable.

"that is......"

Jiang Yan's words stuck in his throat.

He suddenly dared not speak.

——It's the kind of dangerous eyes that are suppressed, but also want to bully others.

The elective physical education time is unified.

The group next door also disbanded and moved freely.

Looking down from the high stands, the crowd was bustling, and a small group of people who had just arranged to fight gathered together again.

Among them, a tall man glanced at Xu Ling from time to time, as if discussing something with a few people around him in a low voice.

Several people around him nodded after him.

Immediately, she walked in the direction of Xu Ling. In the empty room, sitting on a higher stand, the two groups of people in the ground, one in black and one in white clothes, looked like chess pieces, and they could clearly see their movements.

The guy at the head was wearing a fluorescent sweatshirt. He was tall and strong, and he was very capable of fighting at first glance.

"Isn't he Lu Ke?" Jiang Yan glanced at the man in the head, frowned, and sat on the stand and said, "That man is a bit violent, he beat him to the hospital before."

"He's so insane, he doesn't know how to take it easy when he beats someone up."

"Didn't their class discuss and fight just now?" Jiang Yan said: "In the locker room, before you came, they almost started doing it."

"I've heard that he's not easy to mess with. He's a prickly person. He has a family background. He beat him up and sent him to the hospital before, and he didn't get any medical expenses."

Xie Zeyue sat on the stand with her head propped up, staring at Xu Ling's direction, her eyes casually glanced over there, she casually took a sip of water, her body was covered in sweat, and her gaze suddenly froze.

Under Lu Ke's instruction, the group of people moved slowly in one direction.

It seems that they want to show off their prestige to a boy in Class A1, and act as a warning—and judging from the direction they moved, the target seems to be the unaccompanied Xu Ling who was said to have just transferred.

"Fuck, are they after Xu Ling?" Jiang Yan gasped.

"..."

"What should I do, do you want to find the coach?"

After thinking about it, no, it’s not too late, the break time is 10 minutes, and the teacher’s office is far away.

When someone finds it, it's too late.

Xie Zeyue glanced at her, her eyes darkened slightly, and she frowned.

He carried the mineral water bottle, screwed it on, put it down, picked up the basketball just now, and left the auditorium with his coat.

In the fighting room, while the teacher was away, the group of people in black fighting uniforms were arrogant.

The red-haired guy in the lead picked up a baseball bat that had been dropped by someone, pushed aside a group of "brothers" and stood in front of Xu Ling, and lazily tapped the stick twice on the wall.

The red-haired leader came over, squinted his eyes, glanced at Xu Ling up and down, and said, "Xu Ling? A real school grass?"

"..."

It was many years ago when I was so embarrassed, Xu Ling didn't really want to talk, so she replied, "You say yes."

"..."

The few younger brothers around couldn't hold back their laughter, and there was a depressing sound of goose goose goose.

"Be serious!" Hongmao was offended, he knocked on the stick, and said angrily, "Someone in your class beat a classmate from our class to the hospital, what should we do?"

Xu Ling snorted, lifted her coat, stood up and smiled leisurely: "What do you think?"

The man slammed his baseball bat against the wall again, and said, "I'll take it out on you, do you think it's okay?"

"I advise you to be kind." Xu Ling tilted her head and said, "After all, if you beat me up, someone will trouble you."

The red hair snorted: "Fart. Your name is Xu Ling. You transferred from outside. Can you meet a ghost friend?"

"Brother," someone next to him tugged at his clothes and whispered, "Xie Zeyue is here."

"Thanks for what?"

Hongmao couldn't hear clearly, he was afraid that it would be too late, raised his eyebrows, rolled up his sleeves, and punched him, but Xu Ling easily turned his head away.

Hongmao became even more angry, and called a few "brothers" to stand up and beat him up.

Xu Ling grabbed a man by the collar, unceremoniously raised her long legs and kicked the red-haired and green-haired people neatly and repeatedly, chuckled lightly, and said:

"Are you messing with Lu Ke?"

"It's funny, why don't you ask that coward, if you dare to provoke me yourself?"

"You have no hope of hanging out with him, why not follow me."

The red hair behind him was punching him in the back.At the same time, a basketball flew over without warning, hitting their "boss" Hongmao right on the back of the head.

The red-haired man was blinded by the pain, and cursed angrily:

"Fuck - who doesn't have eyes?!"

Behind him, came a moderate voice, lazily:

"Turn around and look."

That voice is very pleasant, very pleasant, like the wind.

However, there was a faint repressed hostility.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds.

No one spoke, not even a squeak.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

When she left, Xu Ling still didn't understand what happened.

A black shadow blocked the light, and a sudden gust of hot air approached, and Xu Ling's hand was grabbed.

The hot wind in the evening slipped in through the cracks in the windows.

There is a faint aroma of gardenia.

Xu Ling stopped suddenly and looked at him quietly. The white T-shirt was soaked with a little sweat and was translucent.

A slight scarlet color appeared on his thin face, and he lowered his eyes, looking at a certain position:

"What are you... holding my hand for?"